Scott walked up the stairs with the water, and the pills, before seeing Mitch laying face down on the bed. Scott set the glass down carefully, dropping the pills beside it, before laying down beside Mitch. Mitch rolled over to lay on his back, smiling up at Scott. Scott smiled back, before slipping his hand under Mitch's shirt to rest on his stomach. "How's your tummy doing, honey?" "For the last time, I'm not sick." "I know you're sick, babe. Alpha sense of smell, remember? I can smell it on you. It's very faint, but it's there." "So faint that I can't even feel the sickness yet." Mitch grumbled. Scott turned a little to grab the pills, handing them to Mitch, before rolling over again to grab the water carefully. Mitch put the vitamins in his mouth and reached out for the water, but Scott
